Apr 2017
I stop reading.
I look at these clumsily scribbled words.
I look at these fine print.
And I reach out my hand
to the page
and touch these words
to know
whether they really exist.
I reach out
to grab onto that hand,
so I can come out of water
for a moment,
to take breath
and remember what it was like
to not drown.
For that moment
I keep reading.
I look at these clumsily scribbled words.
I look at these fine print.
And I reach out my hand
to the page
and touch these words
to know
whether they really exist.
I reach out
to grab onto that hand,
so I can come out of water
for a moment,
to take breath
and remember what it was like
to not drown.
For that moment
I keep reading.
